The annoyance started all over again – the constant flirtation, looks and giggling. At this age, women didn’t go about it coyly anymore, they were deliberately upfront and assertive. If only they knew how most women couldn’t handle my size, they wouldn’t be bothering me so much.
Nonetheless, I set about finding someone else to date or at least hook up with and most women lacked the good sense to take me seriously and several others wouldn’t listen to me and gave up on me when hooking up with me hurt too much. I would often tell them, “I told you so.” But they still wouldn’t learn their lesson. All the giggles and flirtation didn’t amount or count for much but each time we hooked up, they would of course pay the price. So did I eventually.
I ended up developing the reputation I should have had years ago for being too large. Because the reputation finally spread, I couldn’t get a date for the life of me. So I figured I needed to pursue another older woman with a lot of experience. So much experience she would be physically loose.
One of the TA’s for my graduate classes ended up introducing me to her older cousin who was an attractive women but after our first date or hook up rather, she was out of the running. Too bad, she was really hot.
My cultural anthropology professor was an older attractive woman but she was too small in height, I was afraid I’d break her. During one class day, she noticed me deliberately checking her out and she hit on me. Of course that was a boost to my ego, but it didn’t solve my overall problem so I turned her down.
She had asked why and when I told her, she said to let her try and I did. But after the first hook up in her office closet, which was great at first – but it came to much for her half way into it. She could have at least let me finish!
I started zipping up my pants when she asked “What are you doing?”
"What do you mean?" Surely she'd had enough.
"I’m not done with you yet?”
I shrugged in confusion.
“I only said to stop because I needed to take a breather. You like to thrust hard and fast and its been a while since I’ve done anything with a man and your certainly the first student and young man I’ve ever been with. Give me a minute to catch up with your stamina.”
“Oh!” I said excitedly and unzipped my pants and pulled it down along with my briefs. I thrust back into her again.
“Slow down! My next class isn’t for an hour we have a lot of time.”
“Sorry, it’s just been a long time since I’ve met a woman that can handle my size and stamina and I’m just soooooooooo ready to go.” I said as I continued to thurst into her.
“I’m sorry I can’t just stop.” I said as I was turned on even more and I started thrusting into her harder and faster. I had my hands on her butt lifting her up as she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. I pushed her up against the office closet door and as I thrust into her roughly, her body would bang against the door making a lot of noise.
“We have to be quiet!” She moaned hoarsely. “Otherwise, we’ll get caught.”
I didn’t really pay attention to her of course, I was focused on ramming into her until I cummed several times. I kept thrusting into her so hard as I sucked on her nipples, her body slammed even more into the door.
Few minutes later, I had cum and I groaned so loud she shoved my mouth into her right breast to quiet me down.
“Shhhh. We can’t be heard.”
I used the opportunity to thrust into her all over again and suck on her breasts until she couldn’t take it anymore and climaxed on her own with a loud scream.
Chapter 5
That evening she took me to her place which was a three bedroom home with an open concept that connect the living room, kitchen and dining room into one area.
Professor Wyatt let me through the front door as I checked her place out.
“Have a seat so you and I can get to know each other. We should, shouldn’t we?” She pulled out a chair from her dining room table and sat down. She looked at me for a moment and said, “I wish I was taller.”
“No one ever wanted a short girl. Growing up when I was your age, everyone thought I was cute but not pretty or sexy.”
“Do you have class tonight or tomorrow morning?” That was a sudden
"You got classes later this morning?" That was an abrupt change of topic if I ever had one.
I did, later. But if skipping classes gave me the ability to be spend time with her again, I’d do it.
"You want to get better acquainted again in bed? She asked.
I nodded. We could talk about anything she wanted, if she would let me fuck her again. She started unbuttoning her blouse and I started to take over and I unbuttoned each tiny button. These tiny buttons and her bra were the only thing covering her breasts.
I finally unbuttoned them all and pulled her blouse off her shoulders and tossed it on her living room couch. I looked at her for what seemed like the first time. Never have I seen beauty like hers, even if she was short and old enough to be my aunt. At that moment, I never wanted a woman more.
“Can you unbutton my bra, please?
Why the hell not, I thought to myself. I unclasped her bra, exposing her breasts and pulled them off of her and tossed them in the same fashion as her blouse.
She sucked me off and fucked me several times, which didn't take long because it had been a long time since anyone had done so. She then laid there alongside me, her long, slim fingers traced a circle around my half-hard prick, caressing it up and down, squeezing as she pressed against me, and relaxing as she withdrew.
"You and I are going to have a lot of fun together.” She said suddenly.
"You're the best lay I've ever had, you know that?" she said.
I rolled her onto her back and got on top of her, and pushed into her.
"Oooh!," She moaned and I thrust into her until rolled us until she was on top. She started rocking her hips in a clockwise motion and it felt so good, it felt like home.
And all this happened because I found a woman who learned how to appreciate who I was and handle what I had to offer. Oh, what I'd have missed had I settled for those who couldn’t handle me and forced me to say I told you so!
Woman in 4B
A Lesbian, First Time, Office Romance
By: Elle Crosby
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Introduction
I wanted to start off by thanking you for taking the time to read my book Woman in 4B. This is my second book ever written and it has been a long time coming, so I am excited to find out what each of you think about my book, the story and the characters within it.
The ideas for any book I write comes from unique and the most unlikely of places: my past, my memories, still photographs of people I never met and the tales told to me by loved ones.
My goal for Woman in 4B is that I hope you love it as much as I do and secondly, that you get lost within the story, fall in love with the characters and the depth of who each of them are as they are real as you or I. I also hope to continue the series if this book is well received.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
If you had asked me a month ago if my life would change dramatically, I would have laughed in amusement. Not that a life changing is funny, but if you knew who I was and how my entire life has been up until now, then you’d understand. I guess this would be the point where I should tell you about myself.
I was born Mary Ann Parker, youngest daughter to Elliott and Donna Parker. I was born and raised in the small town of Lexington, Virginia. Population: 3,000. It is a q
uaint little town where everyone knew your name and everything about you: Who you dated, crimes you committed and even lies you told. It was virtually impossible for my older brother, sister and I to stay out late or sneak out of your house to stay out late because sooner or later one of our neighbors would tell my parents where they saw us headed and who we were with.
Which is why I had left after high school graduation; I needed to get out and spread my wings. Most kids my age went to work for their parents’ farms, auto garage or corner store and they would stay there for the rest of their lives until they got old enough to pass it along to their own children. Not me, I didn’t want to live a life like that so I took off. I took off to New York City.
When I arrived, I fell in love immediately with the crowds, blaring traffic, bright lights and the hustle and bustle. I felt free here and I was determined to make the most of the $500 I had saved from years of birthday and holiday money I was given. I was lucky and I made it work somehow taking odd jobs at first and then I finally landed a job as a small grocery store clerk in a small Italian neighborhood that reminded me of home. It had a rustic, everyone knows your name but not everyone kind of vibe and it felt perfect.
I also took a part time file clerk job at a small legal practice in the city that was willing to take a chance on me even though I didn’t have much work experience anywhere really other than the grocery store job that I had just gotten. Mr. Johnson immediately took a liking to me, he told me later which is why he wanted to give me a shot. He said I had the look of a woman that got what she wanted and that was the kind of tenacity he wanted in his office.
I was grateful to work for the Law Offices of Emmett Johnson, because it gave me the leg up I needed to not only get my own studio apartment but also help pay for my tuition for the local community college. He always seemed quite fond of me and very complimentary and I think the other employees were quite envious of it, but now that I think about it – they should have been. They really didn’t work hard and weren’t grateful to have a job to work at. My motivation was fueled by the need to survive, they worked as if they were entitled to the income which I thought was preposterous.
I lived in a building on the 2nd floor in an apartment next door to a lesbian couple. Their names were Molly and Tonya and although we had never been in each other’s apartments, we had gotten acquainted by virtue of our balconies being only a few feet away from each other by design. Molly and Tonya were your stereotypical lesbian couple. Tonya was stern, short-haired brunette and somewhat masculine while molly was the more passive, feminine and longer haired (blonde) one.
We also coincidentally worked at the same place but in different departments, so I didn’t seem them all that often at work but once in a while we would get together once in a while on a lunch break or at the water cooler. If not, we would see each other if we were on our balconies – I with my coffee and they with their glasses of red wine.
When I first moved into the apartment complex, I occasionally saw them on their balcony but being new I didn’t say anything, not even a hello. They were probably wise enough to notice I wasn’t the confident sort or they were too busy immersed in their own lives to notice me. We didn’t acknowledge each other until the day I was called into Mr. Johnson’s office. It was a busy Wednesday morning.
Chapter 2
I woke up startled that morning as my alarm was blaring and I had apparently slept through it as it was already 6:37 am, when I had set it for 6:00 am. I scrambled out of my bed and rushed to my closet and scanned my closet quickly picking out pieces that would comprise of the business attire dress code that was enforced at the office. Unfortunately, being so young and this being my first job, I hadn’t been able to buy as many work appropriate outfits as I had like and only had a few select pieces that worked so occasionally I’d have to do what I had to do to make the inappropriate look somewhat presentable.
The other problem was, I had forgotten to take my clothes to the dry cleaners over the weekend so the only tops I had available to choose from was a low cut V-neck, white frilly top or a tan, argyle sweater with diamond patterns and unfortunately that didn’t match with my grey slacks and there was a heat wave going on in New York this week.
Despite being hesitant to do so, I chose the low cut top and grabbed my black blazer to hide the sultriness as much as it possible could. After brushing my teeth and freshening up, I dashed outside to hail a cab to the office. Because traffic was heavier than usual and the cab driver kept trying to talk to me even after he arrived at my destination and missing my alarm, I arrived 40 minutes late to work.
I rushed into the elevator, banging on the button to floor number 8 as if it would speed me up to the office so fast it would rewind time.
“Come on, come on!” I said anxiously.
After the elevator beeped announcing its arrival to the 8th Floor, I walked out quickly not waiting for the doors to be fully open. As I power walked to my cubicle down the hall, I started to pray that Mr. Johnson nor the jealous hens noticed that I hadn’t arrived until now. Fortunately, my cubicle was nearest to the suite entrance door but also somewhat hidden that unless someone was specifically tracking my whereabouts there was a good chance that they did not notice I was late.
I quickly sat down and turned on my computer monitor and I pulled up the file from my desk drawer of the most recent case, Mr. Johnson had me work on compiling and eventually file.
“Hello, Ms. Parker.” I suddenly hear a deep voice say behind me.
It was now an hour later and I look up and I notice Mr. Johnson standing behind me leaning against my cubicle wall. I caught his eyes glaring at my cleavage with a smile on his face. Normally, this would offend me and all women but I was just grateful for the opportunity and he was a harmless man and has been nothing but nice to me. He could even be funny and sweet at times. Even Tonya and Molly, but I wouldn’t know at first because my first introduction to them wasn’t exactly at the office.
You see, we shared a wall between the apartments, and I once heard them going at it, but just barely because it was an historic building back when they made walls thick. My trusty stethoscope helped overcome that little inconvenience.
“Oh hello, Mr. Johnson. I didn’t see you come in. How are you this morning?”
“Oh, fantastic. I’m doing fantastic, now.” he said in a smooth yet singsongy tone.
“Now, sir?”
“Oh yes. It has been a terribly busy morning. Just one problem after another. Had set me off in a very bad mood this morning but that was this morning, of course.” He smiled.
“Something cheered you up, I take it?”
“Not yet, but possibly could in the future, but the mere thought has me cheery now.” He said as he started to caress my shoulder and arm with his index finger as he took another obvious glance at my cleavage.
“Well I’m glad that you are in a better mood.”
“Are you now?” Emmett Johnson said with raised eyebrows and then glanced around the office before saying “Say, if your almost done with that case file, I have some other important work I’d like your assistance with later on today and if everything works out well, this could be a regular project for you. In perpetuity, of course.”
“Perpetuity?” I asked and slightly ashamed I didn’t know the meaning of the word.
“It means you can assist me with the project for as long as we both want.” He grinned mischievously.
“Oh great, I’d love to! I’d love to find out more.”
“Fantastic! Stop by my office around 4:30 and we can talk more about it.”
“4:30 sir? That’s near closing time. Will I be working overtime today? I do have a class around 7pm and I want to make sure that I get there early enough to find a parking spot, traffic and finding a spot on campus is horrendous.”
“Yes, at 4:30pm. I do understand its near closing time and that is what is great about it. I’ll tell my Anne my secretary to hold my calls before she goes home around that time and since
it is near closing time we won’t be disturbed so we will get a lot done quickly.” Emmett Johnson said as his finger went from caressing my shoulder and left arm down, barely grazing the side of my 36 D, bra covered breast.
His index finger start grazing the side of my breast more brazenly and then he quickly reached over and grabbed my right breast with his left palm and squeezed and then stood closer facing me so that his now hard bugle was pressing against my side. He started subtly rubbing his bulge up and down the side of my arm and upper body and quietly groaned.
Suddenly, we heard voices on the other side of the entrance doorway and Emmett Johnson stopped abruptly, cleared his throat and said, “Ahem. Well, Ms. Parker, I will see you in a few hours.” as the staff members whose voices we heard stepped into the office and passed by. Once they did, he quickly grabbed my right breast and squeezed roughly one last time, before walking away.
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